Garp angrily staggered back two steps and kicked the iron rack beside him. It let out a deafening clang, and the documents on it scattered across the floor.
Sigh... How did you promise me back then?
Is this how you act as his teacher?
You just watched him jump into a pit of fire?
Mu Chen had said he would keep an eye on Ace, after all. Garp was Ace's grandfather—of course he was worried.
But Mu Chen merely bent down to pick up the scattered documents and slowly said, "A pit of fire?"
"You think Whitebeard's ship is a pit of fire?"
"He's one of the Four Emperors, after all. Ace will be safe under his protection. Don't worry, old Kabuta."
Mu Chen spoke jokingly and even patted Garp on the shoulder.
The moment Mu Chen's palm touched Garp's shoulder, Garp fiercely shook it off.
"Don't get so familiar with me!"
Garp stepped back two paces, his chest heaving violently as he continued, "You little bastard, do you know how many lives Whitebeard has taken?"
"Do you know that when he fought for territory back then, he burned an entire island into scorched earth?"
"Don't forget, Whitebeard was a member of Rocks' crew. You know how ruthless Rocks was."
What Garp said was indeed true, and Mu Chen naturally knew it as well. After all, which of the people on Rocks' ship had not been utterly vile? There was nothing they would not dare to do.
But Mu Chen knew that Whitebeard's feelings toward family and Roger would never change. "You know all that better than I do, but have you forgotten what Whitebeard cares about most?"
He walked up to Garp and said word by word, "What Whitebeard cares about most is his family."
The word "family" suddenly